by Nick Gisburne
His face is old, but sparkles with a smile
Refusing to believe his time has passed
He never doubts, surrender not his style
Convinced he may discover love, at last
He wanders through the unfamiliar town
Abandoning his daughter where she parked
Although the ancient map is worn and brown
The meeting place is close and clearly marked
A cloud of coffee swirls around the shop
Emotions lift him, banishing the years
The face, the woman, brings a startled stop
And suddenly the sunlight disappears
“You left your phone. She called to cancel. Mad!
Let’s have a drink together shall we, Dad?”
